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The Silly Girl

He pointed at the peddlers, and without waiting for Song Yaoyao to ask, he continued, "And I'm familiar with this place. It's a planned route. There are people everywhere, so there won't be any danger."

He had already said this much, and he seemed to be full of sincerity.

"Are you sure you want to take me sightseeing?"

Song Yaoyao took two steps back, tilting her head. She casually braided her long hair and let it hang on her shoulders.

Her eyes were clear and bright as if all the filth in the world had nothing to do with her. Her temperament was pure, her appearance was sweet and charming, and her skin was as white as milk.

The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and nodded. "Yes, Miss, get in the trike."

He quickly drove the small electric trike over and even wiped the seat with care, inviting Song Yaoyao to get inside.

It was a small three-wheeled trike. It looked quite new and had beautiful patterns drawn on it.